Poison Is a Sweet Drink When One Is Denied Love

All the noisy critters, warblers and the morning, young horse rider have taken with them spring's harmony; no longer can galloping beats and songbirds make this black, forest echo with their delightful sounds of felicity; winter has indeed stripped it of every beam of light and lovely flower. That handsome troubadour who came from France was happy, too anxious to get to Florence and live in courts of prosperity and galloping on the unpaved roads below the majestic Alps never thought of his mademoiselle who was also dreaming, drifting to places where true romance lived in sincere hearts, but sadly this was done on wishful thinking from a rose-bloomed balcony as Juliet did... without the intention of ever being wed; hear her loud cry, " Troubadours don't remain faithful for long...their desire for adventure makes all null! " From that castle where noisy ravens gathered, and shrilled, Marie with tearful eyes looked over the enchanting black forest dullest than a grey, swelling cloud which blocked the sunlight from entering her cold window not frequented by a thrush that stayed behind for unknown reasons and took shelter in the tower below; " Poison is a sweet drink and when one is denied love! " she declared. Copyright ( c ) 20015 by Andrew Crisci